Go on, shoot. Then we both go down and you win. Go on, I’m dead anyway… always was, right? I didn’t know that til now. Is that what they want? Huh? No, I can still do this. I can still do this. One more kill. It’s the only thing I know how to do. Bring pride to my district. Not that it matters.
What I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.
(via ruffalothebuffalo)
During the tracker jacker scene:
when cato killed curly haired constipated fuck
